Sol-2-Soul Sunday 71: Abundance Year Episode 1871
Full Metal Ox Day 1806
Sunday 08, February 2026
Abundance Year Episode 1871
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Sol-2-Soul Sunday 71
Glory
Abandoned Furniture
The people from the Hapsberg lands are atnti-human.
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Full Metal Astrology – Sunday 2-8-26 Wake up sinners. It’s time for church.
Alright, sit down, bless up. The man in the sky didn’t speak to me, but the planets did. And they’re not happy. They’re drunk on power and inertia, like celestial bureaucrats. So let’s get this weekly confession over with.
Aquarius: You think you’re so special, don’t you? The “visionary.” Well, your planet Uranus is doing the astrological equivalent of setting the office copier on fire. Your grand plan for Sunday? It’ll fail. Miserably. Your “invention” will be a worse way to slice bread. Take the day off. Go stare at a wall. It’s as enlightened as anything else you’ll do.
Pisces: Sweet suffering Jesus on a bicycle, you’re sensitive. The moon is swimming in your syrup today, so you’ll probably cry at a cereal commercial. Feeling everything is your curse. My advice? Build a mental dam. Or drink until you can’t feel your feelings. It’s a form of prayer.
Aries: You’re a blunt instrument. Today, Mars wants you to start a fight over nothing—the proper way to load a dishwasher, the philosophy of a parking spot. Channel this holy rage into something useless, like rearranging your furniture at 3 AM. You’re not a leader, you’re a hazard.
Taurus: Venus is making you greedy. You want to acquire. Not just things, but sensations. That extra slice of cake is your sacrament today. Worship at the Church of the Holy Brunch. Just don’t come whining to me about your “digestive commandments” tomorrow.
Gemini: Schizophrenia isn’t a disease, it’s your astrological chart. Your mind will bounce between wanting to read Proust and watching paint dry. Communicate? You’ll start six conversations and finish none. Talk to yourself. It’s the only chat where you’ll get a sensible answer.
Cancer: You’re all about the “sacred womb” or some such nonsense. Today, you’ll want to nest so hard you might actually build a cocoon out of nostalgic blankets. Call your mother. Or don’t. She’s part of the problem. Your home is a shrine to emotional blackmail. Clean a gutter instead.
Leo: The sun has you craving an audience for your magnificent, trivial existence. You are the Second Coming of… yourself. Perform! Do a one-act play about getting coffee. But the stars say your public is indifferent. So bask in the adoration of your cat. He’s faking it, too.
Virgo: You have an altar to organization. Today, Mercury demands you ritualize the sorting of your paperclips by metallic composition. Your sin isn’t disorder; it’s thinking this microscopic bullshit matters. Go spill something on a white couch. It’s liberating.
Libra: You seek balance. A myth! Today, you’ll spend three hours deciding where to eat, seeking the “perfect” option. Justice is a lie. Flip a coin. Or better yet, let someone else choose, then resent them silently. That’s your true sacrament.
Scorpio: You brood like it’s a competitive sport. Pluto is digging up some old resentment to feast on. Who wronged you in 1998? Find them. Haunt their dreams. Or, take a nap. Your intensity is exhausting everyone. Transform? Transform this channel.
Sagittarius: You’re the blind prophet, shouting half-truths from a moving motorcycle. Jupiter says you’ll have a “profound insight” today. It’ll be nonsense. Write it down, frame it, laugh at it in a year. Your philosophy is a bumper sticker. Spread it thinly.
Capricorn: Saturn, your grim boss, says you must work on your day of rest. Build a spreadsheet for your sins. Calculate your karma’s ROI. Your ambition is a stone fortress with no windows. Take a break. Stare at your achievement trophy. It’s dust. We’re all dust.
Go in peace? Don’t go in peace. Go in annoyed, informed, and skeptical. That’s as close to grace as you’ll get. The collection plate is by the door. I get 10%. God gets the rest. He’s got overhead.
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